Chapter 835 The Crystal Of Barnes the Holy (1/2)
”It's him!”
the golden monkey roared, sending shockwaves across the seafloor.
A rod laden with golden runes was on the black mountain behind him. It shone momentarily but after a few seconds, it dimmed gradually.
”No! He has regained his strength!”
The golden monkey was aghast.
The Order Inscription in the black iron chain that bound him shone, suppressing his fierce aura.
”Argh!”
The golden monkey struggled and struggled. He tried his hardest to get free but he could not.
A black wheel suddenly appeared on the mountain and streaks of Order Inscription glowed on its surface. A force passed through the long chain and hit on the golden monkey.
”Hiss!”
The golden monkey bared his fangs in anguish.
He rolled on the ground, groaning in pain.
His pain continued until he was stripped of all his fiendish aura.
He knelt on the ground, succumbing to the energy around him.
At the north of the Raksa Sea, huge, rolling waves and scarlet magma toppled over each other ferociously. Smoke billowed into the sky, signaling destruction and devastation.
Underground, the dodecahedral crystal outshone the shadow of the gray pyramid with its power.
Far away in the forbidden area, blood gushed out like a river and the first fiend ancestor's roar awoke all the witchers.
”His strength has weakened a little!”
They unleashed Witcher Power to suppress the fiend and they were astonished at their discovery.
”I thought I was dreaming when I felt that his power had weakened. It seems that someone was indeed able to suppress his strength!”
”Who is this warrior, and how has he gained such magnificent power?”
one witcher asked excitedly.
Back underground, Barnes the Holy stood in stunned silence.
He stared at the dodecahedral crystal and tears filled his eyes.
It was as if he was seeing the light of hope itself, and his heart swelled with emotion.